Saturday, January 19, 2013

The Memories

The Sun rose absolutely well. With
the same gleam. Glitter. Shine. Woke me up early in my 18,000 square foot of
the bungalow. I was confronting sun rays. Soothing me. With many crusades I manage
to lift over my bed sheet. Left my cozy bed. The day seems to be genuine. Wear my
Adidas adiStar Salvation 3 shoes. And went for jogging. A pre-decided 2.7
kilometers jog over a sidewalk from pre-defined aisle in pre-defined time at
pre-defined speed at pre-decided location in well-planned locality of New
Mumbai. Far away from chaos and dhakka-bukki.

Am 30. And still single.
Bachelor. Unmarried. Marriage proposals increasing exponentially each day, and
my rejection ratio was catching with the same pace. But most important thing is – I
am Happy!! :)

Back home. Rang the bell and
servant came running and exhaling a lot of air articulated, “Sir! We are ending
up with all groceries and no servant is home!” I said,”Hmm!! At least try to
make something from remain-over from last night.” He shook his head so furiously
in negation as nothing is possible and if I didn’t make any arrangement we
shall die of starving. Then I proposed him and presented myself to go for
groceries instead of ordering him. I was free that day. In minutes I was up in
proper formals from track pants and sando. I wore a checks Levi’s shirt with fluctuation
of only two colors; white-red with monkey-wash Armani jeans to match it.
Ignited my BMW-M6 (Bavarian Motor Works-I ascertain very few are
aware of this) and direct myself to Wall Mart.

Viewed list of edibles and procured
myself to groceries column. It is my first time here. Few of enlisted things
were in the cart and few are up to 2ndfloor. I entered in the lift. Pressed
No. 2 and the doors were shut.

With the blink of an eye I saw a
girl persisting towards me (or being precise with my left). But instead of halting
the door from closing I kept on watching that girl. Lift initiated with impel
and thus my thoughts regarding that girl. My mind started coming up with
questions. Many ‘????’ was popping-up over my head. Cupid’s arrow penetrated directly
into the heart. That face seemed conversant. And a song played in my head by
great Late Kishor Kumar – Ajnabi tumjanepehchane se lagte ho. Kya tumne kabhi wada kai tha kisi sathi se? Na woh pyar
raha, na woh baat rahi. Phirbhijaaneekyu..!!! Sath chale, mod pe aake hume
chod dia. Forgot the rear lyrics. Reaching atop I bent to same proximity to see
if she is still there; I examined her properly. And gave re-birth to memories
in teenage. Human membrane seems to be so strong sometimes.

I ran back in the memory lane. 10
years back-to-the-past even faster than Michael Fox (actor from Back to the
Future). Where you cherish your beautiful moments. Somewhere in them you
remember those beautiful mos spent with a very beautiful person. That first
meeting and love at first sight (Kyuki ek
Najar main prayer hota hai. Maine experience kiahai!). Engraving to wish her happy birthday first among
friends. Every little talk ranging from 10 sec call of “Call me back!!” to 1 hr
30 min jabbering till AirTel cut the call and then make HER realize – Ohh Gosh!! We talk the hell. It’s too late,
have to sleep now. Then you are like ‘I want to sue Mr. Sunil Mittal or
TRAI president for making this proprietary’. And then in no time tears start
shedding down the chin. Eyelashes can no more deal those salty tears (as they
have higher density so does weight). Still baffled to what is happening you go
deeper in the itinerary. Certainly a picture comes up. Well defined. Well
remembered. As fresh as first look. Doesn’t matter even if it was 10 years ago.
You try to control all shedding tears. But futile.

Finally you go into the core of the
memories and you still realize you are witnessing the same place where you were
10 years ago. From miniature of teacher-teacher to school playgrounds to
college days. Willing to meet someone with the same intensity, same enthusiast and
same amazement! Then you remember those unsuccessful attempts to express her
your feelings and finally writing those five page love letters in what you
wasted the whole night to give it to her and make this a special Valentine Day a
day to remember for whole life. Early morning you realize the D-Day is up to
give it to express. But can’t. All of your friends try to boost-up the testosterone
in you with dialogues like ‘Ladka hainatu ki chakkahai! Ja agee badh.’,’ Aj nahi toh kabhi nai.’,’Abe saale woh
kamina bhi try karr raha uss pe. You want her to go with him?’ And you go
up to her. But can’t utter a single word except, “You solved yesterday’s
assignment?”

And next second you hear an
employee announcing some un-needy, irritating offer as how cheap their products
are as compared to local retailers ‘Off!! Off!! Off!! 50% off on all products
from this-this company. Just for 2 days.’ (Yes! You import it directly from
production line without screening. They are supposed to and hardly anyone gives
a damn. And that offer remains to be same even after eons. Oops! The story). Brought
me in the present tense. Still thinking of all the things and wished if they
turn-out in reality. But they don’t. Law of Attraction too has certain
limits.

You rubbed your wet eyes and hear
a sweet sound (which is rare in the Wall Mart’s announcement), “Sanket is that you?
Remember me? I used to be your best friend a decade ago?” I galloped my saliva
to produce some words. But I went dumb. Numb. She was the same girl. Who came
rushing into the lift. “I saw you in that lift. I have flown towards you but...”
WOW! She was coming for me and not lift. Mesmerized. But she stopped after
watching my awkward reaction.

Butterflies started flying in
the heart. Goosebumps all over the body. Eyes still wet. Mind calculating so many
things at the same instance, doing time-travel – past, present and future. I
finally aired some words, “Sorry! But am not Sanket.” I lied. Her facial
expression changed in arcsecond. “They say there are seven identical people in
the world.” I continued. “You just meet one of them.” She doesn’t feel satisfied.
“Sorry! But I thought it was him.” final words that my ears witnessed. And she
was gone. Leaving me in a dead silence. I thought it’s too late now for
everything. Mangmeinsindur and mangalsutra was seeable. It is easy for
friendship to convert into love...but love back to friendship IMPOSSIBLE!!

Things are changed. After ten
years I finally realized the fact. Life waits for no one. It goes on!

How hard you try for someone, to
impress them, to show them your love, to prove it passing second all in vain if
you can’t show it at the right juncture. At right moment!! Always Express to
Impress!

A rejected proposal is well digested from beloved person,

Than that person been unaware of those untold feelings!

She was the love of my life. My best friend. My soul-mate. Still as
beautiful as when I first saw her first when I was learning ‘ABCD’. People say
when love of life is missed only heart breaks, but they are wrong. Every body
parts develop cracks. Goes mourn. The throat becomes dry. Cheeks remain cold. Eyes
welled-up with tears and heart...EMPTY!

If I had the chances,
If I had the breaks
Could have been a winner
I had what it takes
But I wasn't in the right place
At the right time.
Didn't have the rhythm,
Didn't have the rhyme.
I wasn't in the right place
At the right time.
Could've been a contender,
Could've been a star.
Never reached the finals,
Didn't get that far
'Cos I wasn't in the right place
At the right time.
Didn't have the rhythm,
Didn't have the rhyme.
I wasn't in the right place

-Starlight Express
track, Rocky

That day and today; many things
were changed. India’s GDP has outperformed entire Eurozone. Quarterly profit of
all software companies has sprung up many folds. Now India has its own software
market. America plays no factor in the world economy. Inflation seems a thousand
miles from sea shore. And India in governing by youngsters (comparing as if my
decision to propose that girl would hamper the BSE and NSE). The only thing that
retained was her feelings for me which I never gave a chance to evolve. From best
friend to what-ever-it-could. Its fate remained on the fence. Undetermined.
Only things that are left are regrets and depressed in what-if-I-should-have-expressed
feelings. Things might have been dissimilar.

I can just see her walk down the escalator.
Trotting away. Leaving behind those obscure crystals settled on my face (some
even trapped in beard). But nothing was potential. Again I checked my iPad-7
and checked all the items enlisted. And headed back to home and radio played
relatable song.

Aren’t there any such possibilities that few of us might face
the same catastrophe? Where awfully we are the person aware of our intuitive
feeling. It’s only us who are copping every day to cover it with a smile. Where
we handle the burden of everything...even after years. Hope so no one in this
world is left in this enthalpy without expressing them. Cause sometimes,

Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures!

Best of Luck dear readers! :)

[P.S. The above story is a complete work of fiction. It has no resemblance to reality (am 20 is the proof). Just
incase this matches up with someone please consider it a mere co-incidence. And
if you still want to take me to international court please do the arrangement
of my airline fares and a linguist and a lawyer and extra charges that I will
be levied by my service provider and a list of famous tourist spots in your
country. Yeah! That would neither help your country’s endangered tourism but I
will do my bit.]

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